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Waves of Blue
04:03
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"WAVES OF BLUE" by David Guilbault
Waves of blue, darkening my view.
There’s a squall inside my brain.
Foreboding skies, behind my eyes.
Swirling winds of a hurricane.
And it’s blowin’, it’s blowin’ like never before.
With the deafening sound of emotional war.
Didn’t feel it coming
Again this time.
Didn’t feel it rise up in my mind.
Waves of blue that I can’t slip through.
Winds of woe take away my breath.
No warning signs before I’m terrorized.
Falling fast into the depths.
And it’s falling, I’m falling like never before.
Into the hole that I abhor.
Didn’t feel it coming
Again this time.
Didn’t feel it rise up in my mind.
Waves of blue. What am I to do
When they rise anew and take me down?
"Waves of Blue" © 2018 David Guilbault
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This is the First Day
03:57
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"THIS IS THE FIRST DAY" by David Guilbault
This is the first day.
Counting them off now.
One by one, until they’re gone.
These stolen moments.
Blessings and favors.
Embrace them all, until they’re gone.
Gone from this life of wondrous woe.
Body and mind, spirit and soul.
And so it goes.
This is the first day.
Cherish them all now.
Look to the loves that you have sown.
Thank ev’ry heartbeat.
Rejoice in the kindness.
Awake to an unrelenting dawn.
Dawn brings a cure of light of hope.
Body and mind, spirit and soul.
And so it goes.
This is the first day.
The die it is cast now.
Fate is forged in kingdom come.
Born to the unknown.
Warmed by my children.
Owning time ‘til time is done.
Done are the days of toil and toll.
Body and mind, spirit and soul.
And so I go.
"This is the First Day" © 2019 David Guilbault
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On My Fingertips
04:49
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"ON MY FINGERTIPS" by David Guilbault
The first time I opened your robe
My fingers found your skin,
And I found a home.
I can still – feel you here - on my fingertips.
The first time I quickened your breath
And I held your hips,
And I caressed your breast.
I can still - feel your release - on my fingertips.
My hands knew the curves of your body.
Felt the way it moved with mine.
They were always there
To brush away your tears.
They still feel you through time.
The first time I felt you leave,
My touch left cold,
My soul to grieve.
I can still - feel your loss - on my fingertips.
My hands knew the curves of your body.
Felt the way it moved with mine.
They touched you deep
And trembled with your love.
They still know you through time.
The first time I touched your heart
And you felt it true,
And it held you through.
I can feel - all of you - on my fingertips.
"On My Fingertips" © 2013 David Guilbault
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Empty
04:38
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"EMPTY" by David Guilbault
Empty. Empty.
This world’s become so empty.
Empty. Empty.
This world’s become so empty.
There’s something missing from this place.
Look around and you won’t see a face
That looks alive, that still has sight,
That holds a glow of loving light.
Empty. Empty.
This life’s become so empty.
Empty. Empty.
This life’s become so empty.
Hollow words and vacant eyes.
Forsaken souls, vacated lives.
Exhausted hearts beating their last sparks.
Dying embers in a cold and darkened hearth.
Empty. Empty.
We’ve become so empty.
Empty. Empty.
We’ve become so empty.
When the power’s gone it ain’t but gone.
There ain’t no flow when it’s all drawn.
The cells will die. The wells run dry.
There ain’t no charge to spark the dawn.
Empty. Empty.
This world’s become so empty.
"Empty" © 2018 David Guilbault
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By His Own Lips
03:25
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"BY HIS OWN LIPS" by David Guilbault
Betrayed - by his own lips.
He was afraid – she would get hip.
Now he’s been made. – He’s shown his kiss
To be blue.
Betrayed – by his own lips.
He played fast and loose – with the sweet fibs.
Now he’s about to lose – all the kind bliss
He once knew.
Betrayed. Betrayed.
By his own lips.
By his own lips. Betrayed.
It’s strange – ‘cause he knew this.
It was deranged – to even try and wish
That he could change – from the lying lover
He was.
Damage done – ain’t no goin’ back.
What’s done is done. – What’s fact is fact.
I tell you, son – He did this
To himself, to himself.
Betrayed. Betrayed.
By his own lips.
By his own lips. Betrayed.
Betrayed - by his own lips.
His heart, they say – wasn’t into this.
So comes this day. – He’s shown his kiss
To be blue.
"By His Own Lips" © 2019 David Guilbault
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In the Truth
04:40
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"IN THE TRUTH" by David Guilbault
We’ve got to live In the Truth.
We’ve got to live In the Truth.
The light that shines - on the lies sometimes
Breaks through.
And our eyes that hide - from the hurt inside
Can trust the view
When we live, when we live
In the Truth.
Dishonesty will wound our souls.
This treachery will leave us cold.
The lies we tell - to hide ourselves
Will bring us down.
A life - of well-lived grace
Cannot be found,
‘Till we live, ‘till we live
In the Truth.
Truth is hard - when it drops the guard
Of faith we hold.
But, truth can’t free - what is meant to be
Until it’s told,
Until it’s told,
Until it’s told.
We’ve got to live In the Truth.
We’ve got to live In the Truth.
Break the chains - that hold our shame
In fearful guile.
Call its name, - let us all proclaim
The honest cry.
That we live, that we live
In the Truth.
"In the Truth" © 2019 David Guilbault
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David Guilbault Seattle, Washington
Seattle singer-songwriter David Guilbault writes, records & performs honest-to-goodness soulful music of love, life and loss - heartfelt songs that live in the truth.
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